Classic Poem

Invisible, yet real as air,—
My instant foot is everywhere.
The cold's sharp lash no more may sting
Nor darkness bid me fold my wing.
Earth cumbrance of the five-fold sense
Has widened to omniscience.
Swifter than hope my foot can race
Unto the other side of space,
And I may see from where I stand
God poise creation in his hand:
Worlds flash and glow like firefly light,
The shadow of his face their night;
And now I glimpse his dawning smile
Light up a bank of suns the while.